With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky a** s*** like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G's
And, I make a few friends as I breeze through
You know, it's two in the mornin' and my party's still jumpin'
Because my momma ain't home
I got my b****** in the living room gettin' it on
But they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin'
So what you gonna do, s***
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
Turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don't love them hoes
We gonna smoke a ounce of this
G's up, hoes down, while you m************ bounce to this
I got me some Seagram's gin
'Cause everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
You know, this type s*** happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
'Cause everything is fine when you listen to the D-O-G
I got the c**tivating music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
You know I'm mackin with this b**** named Sadie
She used to be my homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b****, please
Raise up off these N-U-T's
'Cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze, b*****
And I'll be rollin' down the street, smokin' ENDO
Sippin' on gin and juice
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I'll be rollin' down the street, smokin' ENDO
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat a** J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
s***, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f***** up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some b****** from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky a** s*** like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G's
And, I make a few friends as I breeze through
You know, it's two in the mornin' and my party's still jumpin'
Because my momma ain't home
I got my b****** in the living room gettin' it on
But they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin'
So what you gonna do, s***
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
Turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don't love them hoes
We gonna smoke a ounce of this
G's up, hoes down, while you m************ bounce to this
I got me some Seagram's gin
'Cause everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
You know, this type s*** happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
'Cause everything is fine when you listen to the D-O-G
I got the c**tivating music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
You know I'm mackin with this b**** named Sadie
She used to be my homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b****, please
Raise up off these N-U-T's
'Cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze, b*****
And I'll be rollin' down the street, smokin' ENDO
Sippin' on gin and juice
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
I'll be rollin' down the street, smokin' ENDO
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat a** J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
s***, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f***** up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some b****** from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]